The Cardinal goes by,
not yet a Monarch,
still a
butterfly,
I watch in wonder and I wonder why,
I'm not as graceful as
the butterfly.
The,
elephant does not forget.
and may remember me, but I
think I'd rather be
an albatross that wanders 'cross
the open oceans, swooping deftly
down to fish upon the glassy sea.
Either way,
today I have to be a man
two legs,two arms
a brain
no plan
just who I am.
I'd rather be a butterfly.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 3:12 AM UTC
The Cardinal goes by,
not yet a Monarch,
still a
butterfly,
I watch in wonder and I wonder why,
I'm not as graceful as
the butterfly.
The,
elephant does not forget.
and may remember me, but I
think I'd rather be
an albatross that wanders 'cross
the open oceans, swooping deftly
down to fish upon the glassy sea.
Either way,
today I have to be a man
two legs,two arms
a brain
no plan
just who I am.
I'd rather be a butterfly.
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